Poverty is the openmouthed relentless hell which yawns beneath civilized society. And it is hell enough.

Trade has ever been the extinguisher of war, the eradicator of prejudice, the diffuser of knowledge.

The tolerance of wrong dulls our sense of its injustice. Men may become accustomed to theft, murder, even to slavery - that sum of all villainies - so they see no injustice in it, yet that which is unjust is unjust still.

The word capital, as philologists trace it, comes down to us from a time when wealth was estimated in cattle, and a man's income depended upon the number of head he could keep for their increase.

It is but a truism that labor is most productive where its wages are largest. Poorly paid labor is inefficient labor, the world over.

Everybody works but the vacant lot

How can a man be said to have a country when he has not right of a square inch of it.